With two simple snaps,
I lost feeling my arms
And you said it was for holding some otha nigga in my arms
And not you.
With one simple hit,
My lip was bleeding
And you said it was for kissing some otha nigga
And not you.
With two simple cuts
I slowly felt blood running down my hands
And you said it was for placing some otha niggas hand in mine
And not yours.
With one simple shot
My whole world slowly shut down
And you said it for giving some otha nigga my heart
And not you.
Slowly and unsteadily
I reached for the gun
With one simple shot
You lost feeling in your heart
And i said it was for being wrong all along.
